Zanzibar :: Setsuko & Orochimaru :: Word Event
There's always some fallout.
This experiment had been wrapped up months ago. The notes had been taken, the numbers had been logged and the toes had been tagged. Orochimaru had wanted refer to this pet project by a frivolous name to spite his stoic spy but Kabuto absolutely refused to utter the word 'Sparkle'. It was a short project, only taking a few months from beginning to clean up, and so it just went by it's catalog number Sp05.a.
It was short because it was just a side project, seeing it a shame to have to waste any of Guren's particulates in her...passing. Little things that kept Orochimaru's hands busy were usually for the betterment of the world. Unless of course he is occupied with you. So found out a remote little settlement of surveyors which was poisoned over a controlled period through its water supply.
All subjects died of course, as was the intent of the concoction but it took an average of five days. Sp05.a crystallized certain proteins that took root in neurons, shutting off the body's ability to function properly or feel much pain. The latter was probably a good thing since it also crystallized keratin in the body, hair and nails become rigid crystal structures. It looked painful. Subjects eventually died after bumbling about the camp like zombies for awhile, frostbitten, bruised and confused.
It was pretty great.
He returned to the spot today to record any lingering effects. After all the subjects ceased to be useful Orochimaru had seen to it the entire settlement disappeared. Indeed it was like it had never been there.
But there had been reports of some of the local wildlife looking unusually...shiny. Most perished within the five day window of affliction, but some did not react to the end game, so-to-speak. This had happened among the human subjects (about 2/10) but they succumbed to hypothermia anyway. Orochimaru was looking for-
There it was. An animal huddled under low hanging tree boughs. Oh, it was a wolf. Its fur coat was completely affected and was now a collection of cerulean crystalline, needle-like structures and its enlarged claws looked to be cut from gems. It certainly looked in poor health, skinny with the flesh of its jowls receded to bone at the front of its muzzle.
A lone wolf. This suggested it was probably in a lot better health than its presumably dead pack. Its crystal coat would no doubt be heavy and easily bogged down by snow or rain.
Interesting.
Orochimaru perched himself in a tree limb and scrawled notes across parchment. The header read "Zanzibar (Sp05.b)" in his spidery handwriting. He'd finish his notes before inquiring as to its disposition. It isn't the best research practice to be potentially maimed without having taken any notes.